Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 2065: We Will Always Be Together

Chapter 2065: We Will Always Be Together

"Where does it hurt? What's wrong?" Luther held Joyce tightly. Her forehead was drenched with sweat, indicating how much pain she was in. He was heartbroken, having never seen her like this before. He didn't know what was wrong with her and could only hold her, cupping her face and trying to comfort her. They were in Rohomes, under strict lockdown, and he was using a false identity. If she fell seriously ill, he would be at a loss.

"I'll get you some hot water," he said, attempting to stand up.

Joyce pulled him back forcefully. "Don't go, it's useless. I'm not sick." She clung to him tightly. "I'll tell you, but don't worry... Clint used dark magic on me. He said it's East Lands sorcery. I don't understand these things; I didn't believe in them before... But he seems to really have control. He can make me feel pain, render me powerless... He can even kill me... I need to take an antidote every seven days. So, I can't actually run away..."

As she spoke, she grew weaker and ended up leaning entirely on him.

"Clint isn't afraid of me escaping; that's why I could come out so easily. I wanted to see you... I couldn't wait another moment... I missed you so much..."

Luther was shocked and stunned. East Lands sorcery? He had never heard of it. Even if he had, he would have thought it was a joke. How could it be real? There was no scientific explanation for it. But seeing Joyce's condition made him believe it might exist. It was too bizarre and beyond comprehension.

He had wondered why Joyce had escaped so easily. Clint had gone through great lengths to kidnap her to Rohomes; how could he let her escape so easily? But seeing Joyce again made him forget everything else.

"Don't be afraid; there must be a way. I'll replace a way." He held her tightly, terrified inside. He had never considered this possibility before. Now, Rohomes was in chaos, and Joyce was under Clint's dark magic control, which could cause her pain and even take her life. How could they break such sorcery?

The most critical thing was that she was in so much pain that her whole body convulsed. His heart felt like it was being crushed, yet he could do nothing but hold her.

Now, Joyce's life was in Clint's hands, which meant his own throat was being choked. This was his greatest fear; he couldn't lose her-his world would collapse without her. He could only hold her tighter and keep stroking her to alleviate her pain.

When Joyce was about to pass out from the pain, it suddenly eased a bit, giving her a chance to catch her breath.

She breathed heavily and leaned against Luther's chest.

"Is it a little better?" Luther asked anxiously.

"Yes," Joyce nodded, her cheeks covered in sweat.

"You lie down; I'll get a towel to wipe your face." Luther carefully placed Joyce on the sofa and quickly went to the bathroom to replace a dry towel and wet it with hot water. Returning to the sofa, he gently wiped the sweat from her face and neck.

Joyce's face remained pale as she weakly said, "He won't kill me for now... Don't worry about him..."

She planned to take a gamble. Since Clint claimed to like her, he wouldn't easily let her die or keep causing her pain-at most, he'd warn her. After all, she needed the antidote every seven days; she had to go back to him.

Clint didn't want to kill her just as she didn't dare kill Clint and spark conflict between their countries.

Clint bet she wouldn't shoot him; she bet Clint wouldn't let her die.

Pain is just pain; she could endure it.

"What exactly is this sorcery?" Luther unbuttoned the front of her shirt and wiped the sweat-soaked skin on her chest and back. He knew what it felt like to be controlled by someone else-Athena had once threatened him with an antidote too. He had found another way out then and succeeded.

Joyce told Luther about Clint performing a ritual at the East Palace.

"I'm sorry; I wasn't vigilant enough. I didn't suspect anything-I thought it was just an ordinary royal ceremony." She frowned deeply with regret on her face.

Luther embraced Joyce again. "How

could it be your fault? It's unheard of;

no one would have thought of it. Clint wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted-even if you escaped once by luck, you couldn't always guard against him every moment. I start looking into it right away-if such sorcery exists, there must be a way to break it. We've overcome so many difficulties before; we can do it this time too."

Joyce nodded.

Since she had seen Luther again, she wouldn't go back-even if Clint warned her-she wouldn't leave him again. She didn't believe Clint could make her die from pain alone-she wouldn't succumb to his threats.

As the pain subsided gradually, Joyce sat up.

Luther handed her a glass of water; Joyce took a few sips and caught her breath.

"Darrin is in Rohomes; I can contact

him now," Luther said as he let

Joyce lean against him. "Darrin's secret mission has always been monitoring the royal movements in Rohomes. Now that the emperor has died and chaos has started here, Darrin can't return-the mission is over anyway. I'll call him over so we can figure something out together."

"And I also have someone placed within the Yoshikawa family-do you remember Aldis? Aldis is nominally the new leader of OGW but is actually connected with the Yoshikawa family too." "Aldis has close ties with me; last time during Athena's incident-it was Aldis who helped us escape smoothly from behind the scenes."

"This time too-l plan..."

Joyce interrupted him: "Aldis... I think I've heard someone around Clint mention that name."

"Of course," Luther paused for a moment: "Clint has connections with people from the Yoshikawa family-it's natural for Aldis' name to come up."

"But times have changed-I don't know if we can trust him now-I need more time to think carefully."

"For now-I'll contact Darrin first."

Joyce nodded gently: "Okay-as you say."

After thinking for a moment longer-she asked: "How are the kids? Are they okay?"

She couldn't help worrying-they must be frantic since she disappeared-and now even Luther came here-they were both stuck in Rohomes-not knowing when they could return home. "Your mom is taking care of them-don't worry," Luther said as he brushed aside some hair from Joyce's forehead-and kissed gently at its corner.

"Why did you come?" Joyce's voice trembled-choking up: "Knowing-you'd get trapped here..."

"Silly girl-wherever you are-is where I'll be-we'll always be together."

Luther held onto her-not caring about foreign lands or life-and-death situations-all that mattered was being together with her-in his world-she was everything that mattered most. Joyce hugged him back emotionally-and nodded slightly.